52 - tcr < i ...... .,, : t: '# Ii ).... / j ' L \[ .,.,..... -oÿ:,,:. ...:.... ". ::":" .,: : ::. (1 , ørl .... \j , , . .. 6. . :: ::::- 0::.: QÞ , ." .,...... : * ,:,..::, -,;.:". .:: . & .. y. '.^ >. '" :.: L Wh' .. . f': .. ,:,:': Q 0.:.::::. lrr There vvas a young French gourmet Who said, on the Rue de la Pazx-, As he sipped a fine CalifornIa Wine uA hI Mazs n-' est-il pas français?" r lilT D · lY10n . eu. Ces bons vzns de Ca fo nie!JJ Which means, mes en/ants that \ve don't \vish to dIsturb the P azx along any Rue of that same name, but did you kno\v that the FINE RED TABLE WINES OF CALIFORNIA are the peers of any In the \vor ld ? And did you kno\v why? Because the long, gentle California seasons ripen the \vonderful grapes every year. l-"hus, vintage is never a problem. EVERY YEAR IS A FINE WI'JE YEAR IN CALI- FORNIA. Our fine \vines are unique and dependable, year after year. A lors-, mes en/ants I . . . Dash dovvn to your corner Sommelier and demand California's superb red varietal ,vines, such as CABERNETS, PINOTS, GAlVIA YS. ZINFANDELS, GRIGXOLINOS . . . and lay in a cellar of CALIFORXIA CL \RETS, BURGUNDIES and CHIANTIS! Not to mention that any gourmet should knov\" California's FINE WHITE TABLE WINES - and the "pInk" CALIFORNIA ROSE that goes 'VI th everything and everybody! Let them spark up your meals, from no\v on, every day. ,, O d!lk W If p iJ -- ----=- =-- \\ '" "" \\ \ (\"t ALWAYS ASK FOR .\s a primer for your non-gourmet friends, get this gay little "WINE SELECTOR," free. Ask your Dealer. Or write us- we'll toss in some "'ine Recipe Leaflets. too. "'INE ADVISOR)''" BOARD, DEPT. Nl, 717 MARKET ST., SAN FRANCISCO 3, CALIF. Wines of Cålifornio EJ7ERY YEAR IS A FINE WINE YEAR IN CALIFORNIA saId Mrs. Mathews, coyly. "I don't know what my friends in Philadelphia would think if they could see us." l\;lrs. :Mathews, who had the room opposite :.Miss Diggs', had not been able to bring herself to face the fact of Hardpan Farm; nIghtly she wept, very loud, for the Main Line. :Mrs. Bethel felt called upon to make an explanation. " W ' 1 " h O d h e re re aXIng, s e sal c eerful- ly. "It all came out of a wonderfuJ book Mrs. Harley bought. You just say 'Let go' to yourself" Mrs. Harley chimed in. "It's almost miraculous," she said eagerly. "I fee] so much better, after just a few days of it I feel everythIng in me healing." Mrs. Gleason's eyes sparkled with en th usia sm. "The man who wrote the book says," she reported, "that every sIngle thing you do-sleeping, walking, just sit- ting-is just another opportunity to practice relaxing. You simply eliminate tension. I've only been doing it today, and I know something is happening to me. " The introverts looked at them with wary, SUSpICIOUS eyes. The extraverts were always beIng carrIed away by something. They were so light-minded. Look at the time, last summer, when they had all taken up doing stretching exercises on the back lawn-and then as suddenly dropped them, just when the introverts had be- come senously interested in the principle of the thing. For the awful, the in- escapable, thing was that the extraverts were so contagious in their enthusiasms. They really convinced you of the worth and importance of whatever they were being so eloquent about, often against your better judgment. Better indeed; for it seemed that the extraverts had no judgnlent at all. It was incredible but apparently true. "Ti1ey're all yes and no no," the Doctor would say. "They can't reject things, the way you can." It was inconceivable; surely if they tried. . . "You Just let them do their way," the Doctor would say. "It ,:ouldn't do you a bIt of harm to get a httle of their yessing into your heart." But it was so ridiculous not to be able to say no. The introverts, as one woman, said a fervent inner no now. They would not be dragged Into this new foolish- ness, not again. They bent withdrawn eyes on their plates, Mrs. Mathews put on her most disapprovin al y Philadel- . b phlan expression, and Miss Digo-s, re- marking "Doctor, 1 told you I ould